My Troublesome Honey Mga Nobela at Kwento

Eliana was on the floor beside a chair, laughing and holding her sides. “Oh! Stop Izzy! Do stop! If you continue making me laugh we will have to remove my corset. I can’t catch my breath!” Eleanor saw him first and smiled. “Did you know, husband, that aquae vitae is not nearly so hard to swallow if you warm it a wee bit and dissolve lots of honey in it?” He looked around the room and saw small glasses on every table. “You’ve been experimenting I see.” “Oh yes. Honey is the best so far, but we’ve got the berries soaking in a glass over there and that is promising too. The results after sitting the afternoon were reasonably pleasing, but I thought we would try the rest of them tomorrow.”

I was going to give him a meal that ensured nobody would be speaking for a very, very long time! I reached into the back of the pantry, past the organic honey and the Himalayan salt, to my "Specialty Chemistry" shelf, the one the head chef didn't know about. I pulled out a jar of Ultra-Grade Manuka Honey and a concentrated extract of Marshmallow Root and Xylitol Glue. "You want to trap me, Julian?" I muttered in my real voice, a low growl that would have sent my board of directors running for the hills. "Let’s see how you handle the silent treatment."

“I felt the link open in your mind slightly so I gave it a try. Did Zander say something this time or is he just making it a habit of growling at me?” “He said one word. Bumble. It’s what he calls you I think because to us you smell like spicy honey.” She smirks slightly at me. “Spicy Honey? Did you have science class at your pack school?” I nod, looking confused by the questions. “I ask because bumble bees don’t actually make honey.” She laughs. “Yes we know but with the smell of honey and your black hair I think he just found it fitting. Sorry if it bothers you.”

“The cook outdid herself. She said if you don’t put on weight, she’ll haunt your dreams with overcooked porridge.” The tray held eggs, sliced fruit, thick bread with butter and honey, and a mug of something that smelled like spiced tea. My stomach growled loudly. Mira pretended not to hear, but her eyes sparkled. I wrapped my fingers around the mug, savoring the warmth. It felt… wrong," somehow, to be this comfortable. To have my biggest immediate problem be whether to smear honey or butter first. Bloodthorn had trained me to expect pain as payment for any kindness.

"God, that smells incredible. You're a wizard, Thomas. A honey wizard." Thomas felt his face warm. He was not used to compliments, especially not from men who looked like Finn. He cleared his throat and changed the subject. "How's the coffee shop?" "Crazy. The summer tourists are arriving. Every other person wants an iced oat milk matcha with three pumps of vanilla. It's chaos." Finn leaned against the booth, sipping his coffee, his green eyes scanning Thomas's face. "You look tired. Everything okay?" "Long week. My helper, Dale, is out sick, so I've got to harvest the honey from the new hives by myself today. It's a two-person job, but I'll manage."

We took another two hours on the trip until we finally arrived at the pastry shop that was named SweetHeart. I know this shop. It has only been months since it became famous because of the unique pastry product that it serves. And I guess their name became known around the country because of the help of a famous influencer who accidentally discovered their shop. But sad to say, they only serve their product around this city. I took a deep breath before entering the shop. I looked around and I immediately saw the man sitting in the corner of the shop. I have already seen him in the news and magazines, which is why I am aware of Mr. Andrel Henan’s looks.

Fred was right, my match wasn't until the next couple of weeks, and it still wouldn't generate the amount of money that we needed. That asshole! He gets me into this mess! I pressed start and watch as the spinach and strawberry mixed together, then added a banana and the last cup of yogurt that I got from the fridge. I drink it all and put all the dishes in the sink for later. I was already too late for work. I took my helmet, and put on my jacket, and pick up my leather backpack from the couch. I was out the door, five minutes later.

“Last night was worse than usual, but I'm fine now.” “And you're eating properly?” “Yes.” I hesitated, remembering what had happened earlier in the healing quarters. “Actually, that's another problem.” Xena's eyebrows rose, and she waited for me to explain. “I had roasted meat with honey today.” She stared at me long enough that I already knew what she was thinking. I rubbed my hands against my trousers and reluctantly added, “A lot of honey.” The corner of her mouth twitched. “And you enjoyed it?” “Unfortunately. It was actually really good.”

I shrugged. "If only you are free tomorrow, I could bring you for our camping." "Sorry, Casanova, but this woman is busy making a living." "I know, right?" After we were all finished eating, we went to my living room and started tasting each wine after drinking water with lemon. She tasted the first one that I made, in the name of Honey Red. "It tastes of honey and sweet grapes with strawberries." "I know that I didn't choose the wrong person. It is. I put ten percent alcohol in it and increased the honey. I also fermented the strawberries" She finished the whole of it and drank another of it. I took another standard glass of wine. And pour her the third thing.

“Wake up, bro. Kid isn’t even here for you to claim lack of sleep for your slacking.” I shook my head and focused on stringing up the white and yellow streamers that went with the honey bee theme Pam and Hana decided on. I don’t think Hana gets the joke the same way I do. In the last decade, Pam has commented more than once about Winnie the Pooh and his bottomless hunger for honey compared to my hunger for her. Let Hana and everyone else think it’s just a cute baby thing or that Pam’s number on pregnancy craving has been honey. She puts that shit on everything… and I mean everything.